How tedious is a guilty conscience!

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

I couldn't begin to tell you what terrible trigger for such insanity lies deep in my sub-conscious. Though no doubt some would say that, indeed, it may be some demon of conscience. A deeply buried guilt for some unforgivable depravity. Then again, perhaps not.

Guilty conscience is the number one liar and the producer of suspicion.

Guilt doesn’t stop you from doing something. It just stops you from enjoying it.

Just as my body had changed at puberty, now I was developing a sense of guilt, a sense not only of how I appeared to others, but of how I appeared to myself, especially in violating self-imposed prohibitions.